“Bloody hell. Act your damn age woman.” Cal told herself, she spoke with a highbrow British Accent as the driver opened her door. She smiled and followed the driver to the room where everyone was. She walked into the room and saw the guys going over the dance moves to It’s Gonna Be Me. She noticed Johnny Wright on the other side of the room; she boldly walked across the room to talk to him. She walked up to Johnny and extended her hand. “Mr. Wright, how do you do?” Calandra could feel five pairs of eyes on her.
“Please call me Johnny, Ms. Brookstone thank you again for joining the *N Sync troupe. I hope you had a good flight.” He replied.
“It was quite well, thank you. If I call you Johnny then you simply must call me Calandra or Cal.” Cal smiled at him.
“Alright Cal, let me introduce you to the guys,” he motioned the guys to join them. “This is JC, Joey, Lance, Chris and Justin.” Cal’s eyes swept over them, she watched Justin’s cocky grin and knew right off the bat that he would give her pure hell as for the rest she wasn’t sure. “Guys, this is Calandra Brookstone, she’s your new PR rep that I told you about.” Johnny explained to them.
“It’s very nice to meet all of you.” Cal told them honestly. A round of hellos were exchanged.
“You didn’t have to get dressed up to see us, but I’m flattered that you did.” Justin told her with a grin. Cal chuckled slightly and turned her honey colored eyes to him,
“If you must know, I had an important meeting back in London before my flight left today.” Johnny informed them that she would be traveling on Justin, Chris, and JC’s bus and anything else that was relevant. Since it was late Johnny took Calandra to her hotel and he would fill her in some more with the activities of the group. As Cal and Johnny walked away the guys stared at her.
. “Look at those legs, where do they end? Damn.” JC muttered to Joey.
“She’s fuckable.” Was Joey reply. Back at the hotel room Calandra changed into plaid pj bottoms and a red tank top. She was typing on her laptop when she heard a knock on the door. She sighed and got up.
“I’m coming.” When she opened the door she was a tad surprised to see Lance, Chris, and JC standing there. “Well, don’t just stand there like a bunch of Nancy boys. Do come in.” she told them. “Is there anything wrong?” The guys walked in and made themselves comfortable and smiled at her. JC asked,
“Does something need to be wrong for us to come say hello and welcome you?” Cal looked at her wrist watch and it was almost one am,
“Well yes, ugh I mean no. But you should either be in bed or causing some sort of mischief for me to fix.” Chris laughed and noticed her game boy and began to play with it,
“Oh don’t worry we’ll give you mischief soon enough deary.” He said in a fake British accent.
“I do hope you aren’t mocking me. I become quite homicidal when people do a fake and terrible accent.” Cal told him with a smile. Lance spoke up,
“Well welcome and everything.”
“Thank you, you know that you could leave so I have a restful night of sleep so you don’t have to worry about me being cranky homicidal manic that just might tear your vital organs out.” She finished with a sweet smile at JC and she took her game boy from Chris and turned it off.
“Thanks for painting that picture for us. G’night.” Chris said.
“Good night gents” Cal told them as she led them to the door. JC turned around and smiled,
Sleep well Ms. Brookstone.” And before Cal could say anything he closed the door and was gone. When she turned around she noticed a small box on the bed. Calandra went over and opened it, when she saw what was in it she laughed loudly. She pulled out a *N Suck tee shirt, a blue bandana, some gum, four bags of candy necklaces, and the No Strings Attached CD.
“What they don’t have enough money for real jewelry, because that would of really buttered me up.” Cal mumbled to herself in mock humor as she went to her bed and got comfortable. BY CAL
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